Sunday Evening

On Friday night we were in the Gay Pride Parade, on our Leather Pride “float.”

Our Leather Pride float was the truck belonging to my current Master and slave couple, Steve and kim, with their car trailer attached.

We used bungee cords to secure camp folding chairs back to back down the middle, about a dozen of them. People rode in the back of the truck, too. We had a Fringe Elements banner, and signs for Bluegrass Leather Pride, and a Leather Pride flag.

We also had scented bubbles and cans of silly string.

We met in a lot behind one of the local gay bars, and waited for a bit, then moved into the sort of pre-staging area, which worked out really well for us because it was a very sunny day and could have been unpleasantly hot, but we were under an overpass, so it was quite pleasant. It was a lovely day, clear and dry, plenty warm but by the time the parade was actually starting it had cooled down and the sun wasn’t so bright.

We had quite a few people who were on our float – Steve and Kim, Charles and jacki, Karen, Meg, Christie, Russ, Caile and Ms. Tammy and Ms. Tammy’s goldendoodle, Honey, and Kim’s 20 year old daughter and her friend.

In the truck we had Kody and Jessie and another couple of friends of theirs.

Walking beside we had Daddy Donald and Chris, slave drew, Bootblack Bella and Bootblack Astro, and Jay walking beside, along with Sir Charles part of the time, and his son, Nick, and Kenny drove the car.

All together, it was a pretty good turnout, nearly 25 people.

And, again, I assume because we were near the front, we were also what a couple of local stations lead off with in covering the pride parade.

As the newscaster says, “And it was the Gay Pride Parade in Kentuckiana today…”. you see Nick walking by the camera, then you see Ms, Tammy, and jacki and me and Charles and Kim and Steve. Then the coverage moves on, but you can see us quite clearly.

I look incredibly domme-ly. I have a can of Silly String I am apparently trying to understand how to use.

Not much earlier, they’d been playing with the silly string a bit, making sure that they were all open and caught the attention of a kid, mostly by spraying him accidentally and kind of scaring him, so we had to give him a can after that.

The first thing he did was spray us back, rightfully so, and I got a spotty sort of mist of green Silly String particles all over myself, face and vest both. Poor Charles and jacki were nearly beside themselves trying to get it all off me, saying things like, “I’m sorry I’m touching your boob, Ma’am, I am just wiping off your vest.”

I saw an old lover at the parade, someone who was covering it for one of the local media. I haven’t seen him in a long time, it was a pleasant enough encounter. He still looks fabulous.

The parade had a few protesters, though the only ones I actually saw were a pair of men who looked like Mormon missionaries – short sleeved “dress” shirt, tie, conservative haircuts and dress slacks – with signs.

The signs were great, one had signs that said something like, “Don’t be pitching a tent around my cub scout,” and “FALSE Preachers + Teachers, There is a Hell, You’re on the HIGHWay!!”

The other had a sign that said, “Celebrating STRAIGHT NORMAL PRIDE 365 DAYS A YEAR.” Actually, neither of them looked a bit like they were celebrating anything at all.

There were a couple other ones at the end of the parade, which was the Gay Pride celebration, but I didn’t get out there. I stayed on the back with a few other people as we rode around a few city blocks to get back to the gay bar.

There was a Mary J. Blige concert downtown last night, so between them, us, and the drag queens, there were a lot of high heels than normal on the street last night.